wandered ’round in the rain…hours gettin’ wet…lookin’ for a ghost from old…some banshee that used to haunt me…talked to me in my sleep…put me in a state of fear…we all gotta face our fears…

saw her behind a dumpster off of 8th Avenue…back of a video arcade where men bought tokens for a buck and women would sweet talk ’em…kids lunch money exchanged between glass…

she was cryin’…said she’d lost her looks…was no-longer able to make the grade…blonde hair turned gray…bottle of whiskey in her hand…a ring i’d given her long ago hawked…gone with dreams we had…dreams…

said she wanted to be ‘lone in this world…didn’t need a man…no lovers need apply…she got what she wanted…she surely did…guess ‘ventually we all do…